Tuesday, July 31, 2007

Here is my favorite place to sit. Because I like to go into the garage and back into the house 5 minutes later, then back into the garage and 5 more minutes and back into the house, then repeat this throughout the day. I just have a thing against closed doors, Terry says.

Monday, July 30, 2007

Myst loves to look outside in the night and early morning light. There's not as many moths and bugs hitting the window as there used to be when I was younger, but we still watch for them. Terry says the city is spraying more to kill mosquitos and wonders if it is also killing more of our flying toys outside. At least there are plenty of birds here!

By the way, that cat entertainment device stuck to the window outside and full of seed is not working at all. We have not had one bird show up! Maybe something will come this fall.

Wednesday, July 25, 2007

Tuesday, July 24, 2007

Myst is enjoying his favorite hobby, watching things outside. I do not like to sit still as long as he does unless I am asleep. But sometimes I come over for a few moments to see what could be so interesting. Myst can spend the entire morning and half the night in front of this door.

Sunday, July 22, 2007

Well here it is. This is the book my pet human has her nose glued into. We cats like having our humans provide nice warm lap beds or sides to lean against, so "books" must be good things for keeping them still. Whoever Harry Potter is, he is doing a good job.

Saturday, July 21, 2007

Still a lot of organizing going on here. Terry got a letter in and out box thingy for the desk (another fun thing to sniff). She says nothing is going to get done today, though, cause her Harry Potter book just arrived. Myst loves that. All of us cats do. It means lots of lap time. While I do not sit in laps, I like to sit next to humans on the sofa. Its nice when they provide warm laps for us.

Wednesday, July 11, 2007

This was going to a picture of Myst, so I am showing you what he would have looked like. It started raining. Myst was comfortably asleep on the monitor and did not notice at first. Then he sprung to alertness. He sat up and craned his head to make sure he was hearing rain.

Myst was not absolutely sure at first. To make sure, he jumped down and stood in the door, listening as best he could. Finally, he decided that it was indeed raining outside and off he went to his dark little hiding place for the rest of the day.

Myst feels obligated to hide when it rains. It does not matter if there is lightning or not, Myst is convinced the sky is falling in wet weather. He is determined that he will survive such a disaster even if nobody else in the house has the sense to seek cover so he finds something big and dark to hide under.

I do not mind rain at all although people walking around in the attic and lightning bother me. Sometimes I envy Dandelion's ability to sleep through anything.

Tuesday, July 10, 2007

The trick to staying out of trouble is to perfect your sweet and innocent "who me?" look. That way, anyone who looks at your sweet face will know that you would never ever dream of doing wrong. As you can see, I have this down to perfection. Alas, Myst has an even more innocent look and Dandelion has an "I-am-too-wise-to-get-into-trouble" look, so I still get blamed for everything around here.

Monday, July 9, 2007

Dandelion is here and doing well. He is a more serious-minded cat and does not get into half the trouble we younger cats do. Being 18 years old, he likes to sleep most of all. Unlike Myst and me, Dandelion loves all humans and comes up to them for a pet (if he is awake). Dandelion is the most affectionate of us all and also enjoys getting brushed every day. He likes moist cat food more than crunchy. (Myst hates moist cat food and tries to bury it while I like it all.) Dandelion is my hero.

Thursday, July 5, 2007

There's no better place to plop than the middle of the entrance between the living room and kitchen. People have to step over me and its a lot of fun to watch. Maybe they will drop something that can be fun to bat around.

The last time Terry was trying to sleep, I was wide awake and active. I let Terry sleep a little, then decided that I needed her to open a door for me. She was asleep though, so I was sure to walk into the room and MEOW loudly. Nothing happened. Sigh. I had to keep this up for about an hour before she mumbled something and got out of bed.

I was so proud of my hard work and efforts that I purred loudly as I led her to the door.